Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, deuce was my problem solver
Had a def girl, really didn't wanna her
In the life of a gangster, use to rob
But now I'm up, I'm just a punk low rankster

Jail cells me too damn well
Seems like I've on Earth my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed, I always fell
I a lot of players got this story to tell
No matter how you roll, you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

crimer, big trouble finder
In and out of institutions, since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, in the mix
Crime smarts searching for some new street tricks

I think I'll join a gang, sling a cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a
sneakers, silk shirts, 24-7 work
Nine to to survive, you gotta be a jerki

I clock two a day, yet I was born to play
Who me at Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way
I'm a big money haver but not the last
For me infamy me no autographer

Custody haunts my dreams, of capture
of surveillance, phobia of cameras
My banks but so are my fears
Past records proved players limited years

But I'm the rest, known to be the best
Fast money, true wealth my quest
I hustle all night long, ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range, on my chest

I looked his face, I thought he was my friend
My boy had me set up, this wound would mend
No who you trust, you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning but it's in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Gold wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang my mother 'cause she says I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool side
Cordless phone keeps me on 'cause there no quittin'

in a money mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a overload
Young street messiah, liar
19 gotta Benz, 21 retire

Crazy money, it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my
But there's some people at my that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', my crib out, can't shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my

me on the floor, called my girl a whore
Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
my safe with an axe, then illed out to the max
When they seem my money it in twenty G stacks

Booked me on ten counts, with of different amounts
The charges stuck like glue, some I couldn't pronounce
threw my ass the book, my life wa surely took
And then they gave my girl, ten years for hangin' out with a

She played the game herself, lane quick wealth
No for the law or the city's health
The of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
It's always fun in the beginning but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,